Open Space and Hyperspace

The mist venting from the pod began to dissipate ad the lid retracted. Fully encased in armor, the Taung inside the pod lay still for a few moments. Opening his eyes, Digur slowly looked around. Seeing the strange faces peering in on him brought back flashes of a blue skinned alien and several blasters. Though he was drawing a blank on what had all transpired, his instincts were kicking in. With a wild shriek, the Taung leaped up to his feet. Standing and taking in his surroundings and the weapons trained on him in the distance, something was gnawing at him. Obedience. Loyalty to one man. And a desire to lead. Stepping down from the pod, he cautiously looked around. Coming to a halt by the hologram, Digur spoke, throaty voice seemingly echoing within the confines of the room he was currently in. "Meg cuyir gar bal vaii cuyir Ni?"* His surroundings were artificial. And the air had a metallic taste to it, despite his helm's O2 scrubbers. While part of him wished to slaughter every occupant within the room, something stayed his hand. It was an unsettling feeling.

*="Who are you and where am I?"

Listening, Digur remained focused on the human male hologram before him. "Gar motir teg joha be ner adate. Eskrale."* said the Taung before replying to the question that has been asked. "Ni aalar... katrakine. Va shi givihe, a tkiriye asas pirusti."** It was an odd sensation, as if he wasn't fully in control of himself just yet. Though, given he was in a state of suspended animation for who knows how long, he suspected the effect would pass in time, as his body adjusted.

*= "You speak the language of my people. Impressive."
**= "I feel...slow. Not just physically, but mentally as well."

Lucien himself sat in the cockpit at the nose of the shuttle, talking with one of the officers who accompanied the small flight of ships as it made its way through the open space towards Prakith. Some of the Imperial officers under Jenia's command were certainly interesting figures, and were definitely people he wished to get to know better. He had talked to a few of the individuals on the flight, and had at one point even taken a turn at the helm of the ship. He had to admit, it handled well for a shuttle.

However, as this discussion wrapped up, he could sense something of a disturbance in the Force. And a disturbance extremely close to where he now sat. Excusing himself from the small space at the nose of the shuttle, he made his way through the limited interior space of the shuttle, until, a few moments later, he arrived outside the door of Jenia's passenger cabin. Steadying himself for the upcoming discussion, he opened the door of the room, stepped in, and closed it.

"Are you feeling alright?"

Eyeing the hologram of the man as he disappeared, Digur looked around at the room. Everyone present seemed unsure of how to proceed. Clearing his throat, the Taung spoke clearly, hoping someone else understood his dialect. "Hiibir ni at pa'dar cupa. Ner jarkiv cuyir dahyetayi atituhu."* Waiting for a response, the Taung inhaled slowly, relaxing himself so as not to appear on edge.

*= Take me to the hangar bay. My presence is required elsewhere.

Lucien clasped her hand in his, rubbing it somewhat to at least somewhat relieve the stress that was very evidently weighing on her, both physically and emotionally, as he listened to what she had to say. Truth be told, he could understand the feeling of hopelessness about where one had come from, about what might have been of those he might have loved. As he had not Berlin in contact with his father for the majority of his life, he had had similar issues, especially when the visions in the Force started all that tie ago, before he found the First Order’s true nature. Before he became an imperial knight. And before he found out who he truly was. Even so, it pained him considerably to see Jenia in this state, as his own experiences did cause him to understand exactly what she was feeling right now.

“I do. Before I joined the First Order, I had a similar issue. I didn’t know who I was, or where I had come from. There was always that feeling of uncertainty hovering around everything that happened, as if one was feeling that they were living a lie, or someone else’s life, and that things could change at any moment without warning.”

He would not lie, concern about the Knights of Ren was not new among those who served the Emperor. The temperament of their leaders had been made infamous, and their devotion to the Dark Side caused many to distrust, or indeed, even detest them; his own father could be counted among the latter group for certain.

As he noticed Jenia’s physical shaking, he allowed her to rest her head on his chest, while he wrapped the arm not preoccupied holding her hand around her in a motion to at least somewhat ease the tension she was very clearly under, and to possibly relax her for the rest of this trip.

“Look, I’m sure everything will be fine. I doubt the Knights of Ren have had the time not the overreach to cause too much damage yet, if they are intent on inflicting such damage in the first place. We can meet up with your parents to rest your mind, and the two of us can have a nice holiday on your homeworld. Alone, this time. We can relax, talk about our plans for the future, generally enjoy ourselves. But don’t concern yourself over this, no matter how much you feel things will turn out badly. And if they have, we will deal with it as we always do.”